Pradnakt does laugh a little at that, in the second it takes for what Diana has said to really register, and then the playful squeeze she was giving her turns into a possessive one. "They... really?"

Oh...possessive squeeze...good...

"Some of them!  And I was such a model student!  Haaaah...Yeah, some did.  Not many, but...some of them were important.  So...yeah.  The desires I knew I had...I tried to hide, lest they disapproved of me And Then Bad Things Would Happen.  Which was not actually a realistic prediction, to be clear, just...I worry a lot.  Worried a lot, too.  Trying to measure up to the absurd standards I have, and had, hasn't really been...the best for my overall mentality.  Produced some absurd skills, but...I push myself like that because I'm not sure I'd do anything, be capable of doing things, if I let myself stop.  And that would be...bad for everybody, including me."

Pradnakt is literally growling, albeit quietly, by the time Diana is done speaking.

...and Diana is leaning in close, because...it's nice, being protected, for once, instead of protecting, like she usually does (and has never regretted).

"When we're done with..." she gestures vaguely, "we're taking a vacation and working on that. You and Daisy both."

"...I would like to do that.  However, my model of Daisy...thinks she would be rather distressed by the idea, for reasons I don't share, so...please do be careful?  I know you will be, but I can't not ask that anyway."

Pradnakt looks confused at this, and gives Daisy a long assessing look.

"I want to hear more about that, later."

"You will."  She nods, firmly, a commitment made.

"Thank you." Cheek-kiss.

"It's the least I could do and still be happy with who I am."  She looks into the middle distance, and slowly, quietly, continues - "It's...there's so many things that I might never truly internalize about the interiority of droids, being, thinking, feeling, ironically just similarly enough, but, well, for different enough reasons, that I trip over my own patterns trying, but - I've spent a while trying to understand theirs, nonetheless, because - they deserve to be understood, and respected for who they are.  And...using what understanding I have, as meager as it is, to help avert harm...I'll never think that's not worth it."

Diana is lovely; Pradnakt gives her a squeeze about it.

The food is ready about then, and Daisy joins them at the table when she brings it over.

"How're you doing, Love?"

    "Fine, ma'am. It's good that you have your voice back."

Squeezes are good!

And oh, gosh, that was so cute of Daisy and Pradnakt, she is squeeing internally like she just got a shiny new gadget from the sheer compersion!